Thursday, December 17, 2015
Wednesday, December 16, 2015
And your mother, who is she and who would you like her to be?
— Weird question by potential suitor to woman’s daughter.
Tuesday, December 15, 2015
My tire’s stiff.
— Jay after doing a bad turn in his minivan
Monday, December 14, 2015
“To staff the president and first lady at the holiday photo line is to observe humanity in its most awkward state,” said Bill Burton, a former top press official in Mr. Obama’s White House.
— Julie Hirschfeld Davis, “The White House Holiday Photo Line: A Tradition of Awkwardness,” The New York Times
Sunday, December 13, 2015
Like most people have that amount of money?
— Small boy’s follow up question to “How much money do you and mommy have?”
Saturday, December 12, 2015
And count the coyotes
Coming down the hill
Coyote 1 Coyote 2
— C. G. Hanzlicek, “What I Want Is,” Living It In
Friday, December 11, 2015
Our faces are just like muffin tins because they’re sitting and they’re ready to make shapes.
— Lily between a nap on the couch and sleep in the bed
Thursday, December 10, 2015
Are you happy with it?
Wednesday, December 9, 2015
Tuesday, December 8, 2015
I tried to convince myself that I wasn’t really as mundane as I felt. After all, having a colonial-style house in Pikesville, Maryland, two wonderful children aged three and five respectively, a beagle hound, and a husband who is a sales executive for the Mayfair Paper Cup Company doesn’t necessarily make a person a statistic.
— Avy Offit, “To Talk About Love”
Monday, December 7, 2015
Look it’s a tourist. Ah! Lucky!
Sunday, December 6, 2015
What is the difference between plot and narrative?
— Student, The Savages
Saturday, December 5, 2015
I brought a bundt cake.
— David White
Friday, December 4, 2015
Wow I don’t realize that everything I do revolves around Andrew sometimes.
— Lily in iMovie clip 148.mov created 5/28/09 11:57pm
Thursday, December 3, 2015
It was a hundred degrees in the shade. I walked for five days with no water. Then I saw it. A pretty pond. I bent down to take a drink, and these crocks launched out of the water. One crock bit me on the face. Ain’t no way I wasn’t its supper. Except for one thing. I wasn’t ready to die that day.
— Butch (Sam Elliott), The Good Dinosaur
Wednesday, December 2, 2015
Let me pull up the list.
— Akshay on a list on his phone of things to look for.
Tuesday, December 1, 2015
When I grew up nobody had teeth.
Monday, November 30, 2015
This is actual film, it went through a film projector.
— Man selling single film stills for $15 in a booth in Union Square that costs around $7,000 for 6 weeks.
Sunday, November 29, 2015
— Book lady next to me was reading
Saturday, November 28, 2015
— Grandpa Jack